I was having some important clients over for a dinner party. I’m not a bad cook by any means, but I wanted something a little better than just what I could do, so I decided to hire a chef to come cook for the event. This guy came highly recommended and I was thrilled that he could squeeze me in at such short notice. I told him to come over early, handing over my kitchen, giving him plenty of time to cook before my guests arrived later that evening. When the doorbell rang and I opened the door, I was greeted by a very attractive man. Even better. I led him through to the kitchen and asked if it would bother him if I sat in and watched. He told me no, he liked to be watched. Those innocent words sent my mind to all sorts of dirty places, but I kept my self controlled. I listed as he went over the menu he had planned for me and watched as he began to prep for the meal. I couldn’t take my eyes off of his hands, the way he sliced, diced, chopped and squeezed. I was hoping that he didn’t notice the way my mouth was watering. I kept imagining those hands all over my body and what they could do. The longer I sat there, the more uncomfortable I became, my pussy soaking through my panties. Before I knew what was happening, I was shifting in my stool at the bar, accidently letting out a moan. The sound had him looking up from his work, watching me with dark eyes. He slowly set his knife down, wiping his hand on his apron. He walked around the bar, looking into my eyes as he moved closer. He laid his hands on my arms, squeezing just a little. He lowered his mouth to mine, softly at first. The brush of his lips had me moaning again. He didn’t look up this time. Instead, he deepened the kiss, groaning into my mouth and pulling me against him. He grabbed my waist and lifted me onto the bar. The marble top felt so cold against my thighs, but his hands soon warmed my skin. They were everywhere, touching all my sensitive spots. When his fingers glided over the front of my panties, I nearly came. He smiled up at me, knowing that I couldn’t take much more. I needed him then and there, I couldn’t wait much longer. He moved between my thighs rubbing his throbbing cock up and down my dripping pussy. He slowly pushed inside, watching my face as I took every inch inside. His hands continued to roam, touching and pinching here and there. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside. He placed his hands under my ass and started pumping inside of me, giving me more and more. I held onto the counter as his thrusts became harder and faster. I was so out of my mind from the pleasure, that I didn’t even ask him to pull out. I wanted to feel this man, this stranger, explode inside of me. I gripped him tighter between my thighs as my pussy began to contract around him. His hand fisted in my hair as he pulled my mouth back to his as we came together. He rested his head on my shoulder as he caught his breath. I slowly let my legs fall away, releasing him from my grasp. I told him that I would leave him to his work, but I wanted dessert later.
